Gordon Lightfoot:“Let go darling, I can feel the night wind call. Think I’d better go,I like you more than half as muchAs I love your Spanish moss.

Spanish moss, a-hanging downsweeter than the southern love we’ve found.Spanish moss, keeps on following my thoughts around.Georgia pine and Ripple winekisses mixed with moonshine and red clay Spanish moss, wish you knew what I was saying.So I’m rolling north thinkingof the way things might have beenif she and I could have changed it all somehow.

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Spanish moss, a-hanging downlofty as the sycamore you’ve found,Spanish moss keeps on following my thoughts around.Georgia pine and Ripple winememories of Savannah summertime.Spanish moss, wish you knew what I was saying.

So I’m rolling north thinkingof the way things might have beenif she and I could have changed it all somehow.

Let go darling, I can feel the night wind callthe devil take the cost.I like the way your kisses flowand I love your Spanish moss.”

[ the audience applauds, as Lightfoot bows to them ]
[ Lightfoot and his band then begin to strum the opening chords to “Sundown”, as buck Henry rushes onto the stage ]

Buck Henry: Excuse me. I’m sorry, Gordon. But I thought I explained to you that I wanted — uh, we’re only gonna do two songs.

Gordon Lightfoot: Well, we thought that things were going so well, that, maybe, we could, uh, do an extra song.

[ the audience cheers ]

Buck Henry: Hey, look, I’m sorry, folks. I hate ot be a pain, but we really have to go on with the show. I’m gonna have to say no.

Gordon Lightfoot: But, look, we get it on the air, we came all the way from Toronto —

Buck Henry: Hey, look, now you’re beginning to irritate me. [ snaps his fingers and nods off-camera ]
[ Futaba rushes onto the stage shouting in faux Japanese, as a close-up reveals him plucking the strings of Lightfoot’s guitar with a pair of plyers ]

Gordon Lightfoot: Oh, hey!

[ Lightfoot is stunned as Futaba bows and Buck Henry stands triumphantly to the side ]
[ fade ]